#yes that is a video i watched shhh

[ploffskinpluffskin]

oH, see, i was thinking there were other more human-like foods at the tables too but actually i think the only place we see those are on the tables muta eats that were prepared for haru's arrival-- who's still human

and i do enjoy the thought they tried their best to make her feel at home lmao especially since iirc some of the cakes in the background have like. skewered and roasted fish sticking out of the tops

the chefs like 'what are human cakes topped with again' 'just put some fish on top fish are good what kind of creature wouldn't like fish'

i am always torn between throwing my hands in the air and saying 'Magic makes it so the cat kingdom cats can eat anything' and 'actually it's funnier and kind of more endearing to me if the cat kingdom cats still can't eat human foods that are Toxic to cats in the real world'

most often i think i've sorta gone with the middle road (with natori at least) that they can eat things normal cats shouldn't but that it's kind of all for naught bc it tastes Bad to them

hence why natori kind of comically hates fruits and vegetables and thinks onions and garlic are things humans eat to punish themselves bc why else would u subject yourself to them

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

I'M WATCHING THE NEW LIFE SERIES!!

IT'S TIME, I'M SO EXCITED :DDD

:OO WILD LIFE???

[gaebrial]

thinking about gabriel plopped into helluva boss and how much they’d get along with moxxie 🥺🥺🥺

[destiny-fics]

[7:30 am] - Choi San

Warnings: morning sex, riding, reader takes on a more dominant role, San has a big dick, reader gets called baby and sweetheart, San gets “used” for the reader's pleasure and he likes it.

Masterlist

A/N: in my San feels, going feral over the video of him dancing with his shirt off, this very self indulgent little fic was born.

18+ Only. Minors DNI

“Shhh, we might wake up Mingi or Seonghwa.”

“Fuck them,” San laughed softly, continuing to press soft ticklish kisses to your neck and cheeks. “Who cares if we wake them up?”

“You do,” you giggled, gasping as San's morning wood pressed into your thigh. “Because you don't want to get scolded.”

“I'd get scolded if it was for you,” he mumbled into your neck, grinding his erection into your thigh.

“That's sweet Sannie,” you hummed softly, sliding your hands into his hair and tugging gently, making the man hovering above you moan.

“That's me,” your boyfriend hummed, kissing your cheek as he flipped the both of you over so you were sat atop him. “Your sweet, sexy boyfriend.”

“Now I didn't say sexy,” you giggled at San's scoff, rolling your hips on top of his. His eyelids fluttered and he gripped your hips tightly.

“Oh? So you're grinding up on me because you think I'm not sexy?”

“I didn't say that either,” you smiled, pulling your sleep shirt, which was actually just one of San's shirts, over your head, shivering as the cool morning air hit your bare skin. San grinned, letting his hands smooth up the sides of your torso and up to your breasts, thumbing your pebbled nipples.

“But, for the record,” you sighed dreamily as San gently flicked your nipple. “I think you're very sexy.”

“Yeah? So what're you going to do about it?”

San raised a challenging eyebrow, one hand sliding down your body and into your sleep shorts to swipe his fingers through your wet folds.

“I…” you rolled your hips into his hand, sliding your own up San's defined abs, fingers dipping into the valleys between each one. “Am going to ride your big, fat, sexy cock. If you'll let me, of course?”

“If I'll let you?” San repeated back to you, a laugh in his voice as he circled your clit with his fingers. “Baby,” he drawled, “I'll let you do whatever you want to me.”

~

San thought you looked ethereal like this. Early morning sunlight cascading in through his bedroom window to paint your skin with a warm glow. Your hands were planted on his chest, thumbs caressing his nipples as you bounced on top of him, soft, sweet moans falling from your lips.

“Fuck Sannie,” you sighed, clenching around San's cock as you sat yourself fully on top of him. You threw your head back, eyelids fluttering closed and lip tucked between your teeth. “So fucking good.”

“Yeah?” San grinned, rolling his hips up into you.

“Yeah…” you sighed out again before resuming your slow grinds on top of him. You smoothed your hands down San's torso and then up your own, tweaking your own nipples, making yourself whimper out in pleasure. San groaned watching you, smoothing his own hands over your thighs, squeezing the flesh gently. He could watch you forever when you were like this, so full of pleasure, bathed in sunlight and using his cock, using him to make you feel good.

“Fuck that's it sweetheart,” he moaned, pressing his thumbs hard into your thighs. “Ride me…use me.”

You raised an eyebrow as the words slipped from San's mouth, the man below you having the decency to look shocked at himself. He shivered as a small smirk made its way onto your face. You threw your head back with a soft laugh before looking at your now blushing boyfriend. You planted your hands back on his chest. “That…is so fucking hot Sannie. You want me to use you? Use you for my pleasure?”

“God yes…baby please.”

You laughed again, leaning down to capture San's lips in a filthy kiss. He whimpered into your mouth, sliding his tongue against yours. He whined again when you pulled away, blinking up at you with hooded eyes. You smirked down at him again, biting your lip. “Well then,” your voice had taken on a tone which made San shiver. “Your wish is my command.”

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[onlyangel4]

healing a heart i didn't break. LH44. MV1. SMAU. final part.

cheater! lewis hamilton x reader. max verstappen x reader.

when your boyfriend of three years fumbles, his rival is there to put the pieces of your heart back together bit by bit.

warnings: 14 year age gap with lewis. cursing. cheating.

author's note: thank you for all the love on this series. this is the final part, i'm so glad you all enjoyed it. i will be taking requests for this couple in both smau and blurb/written forms if you want to see more of them or specfic moments between them. i am also going to need ideas for new fics with different pairings so please send me a request

part one // part two // part three // part four

f1wags

liked by user19, user23, f1fan32 and 138,928 others

f1wags: is it over between lewis hamilton and a pregnant y/exbff. papparazzi photos captured an explosive argument outside of y/exbff's los angeles home. lewis then left and got straight on a private jet ready for the qatar gp.

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user19: finally, this couple has been completely awful

user23: y/n is thriving and these two are crumbling, we love to see it

f1fan32: war is over

y/exbff

written: yes me and lewis did break up. but we will continue to collaborate for this baby

verstappenupdates

liked by f1fan22, user8, user53 and 78,902 others

verstappenupdates: max at a very rare non f1 related public engagment. he was at the london premiere for the new film in the scream franchise. he arrived with y/n who he has become very close to after her break up with lewis hamilton. his jet is scheduled to take off in a few hours for qatar

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user8: y/n has been quoted numerous times saying that the scream films are her favourite. max made sure to make time in his busy schedule so he could accompany her there. that is what my girl deserves.

user53: there are videos of y/n walking the carpet and max in the background just staring. honestly same.

f1fan22: is it toxic of me to think they are together

y/ninsta

liked by carmenmundt, maxverstappen,alexandrasaintmleux and 789,928 others

y/ninsta: it's a real scream baby

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alexandrasaintmleux: ferrari red suits you

y/ninsta: shhh don't tell him that

user6: who tf is he y/n, alex tell us what you know

maxverstappen: you know what maybe i do like scary movies now

y/ninsta: see i told you that you would love it. thank you for coming with me

user15: on the day y/exbff confirms that she broke up with lewis y/n posts her going to see the new installment of her favourite franchise with her ex boyfriend's rival. we all know who won that break up

maxverstappen posted a story tagging y/ninsta

written: the only person that will go to a donut shop in full glam after a premiere

f1updates

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f1updates: the drivers arriving to the last race of the season. max verstappen will officially be world champion for the fourth time after this race

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f1fan: the video of max walking through the paddock on facetime to y/n grabbing all the other drivers to say hi to her is the cutest thing

user12: the first last race of a season that y/n has missed in four years. what a sad day.

user43: max verstappen world dominance

f1

liked by maxverstappen, redbullracing, y/ninsta and 1,232,814 others

f1: max was going to be world champion no matter the outcome tonight. but he decided to show us all just how good he is by taking the win. what a worthy champion!

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y/ninsta: i am at a modelling shoot and i am sobbing. they hate me.

user39: wishing you were there

redbullracing: that is our boy

user2: him facetiming y/n as soon as he got off that podium was so cute

user1: there better be a drive to survive episode on the y/n situation

y/ninsta posted two stories tagging maxverstappen

story one written: my entire team getting me ready so i can sit and watch max win the world championship

story two: drinking two drinks to celebrate two wins. world championship and p1. let's go baby.

f1wags

liked by user12, user52, user71 and 341,238 others

f1wags: is y/n back in her wag era? footage shows y/n at a private airport in paris running over to max and jumping into his arms. and we are pretty sure we saw a kiss as well. we love this couple and really hope that they are together

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user12: lewis hamilton found throwing his phone in a river

user52: that footage is the cutest thing ever. i love them.

user71: oh they are so in love, they have to be together

y/ninsta

liked by alexandrasaintmleux, danielricciardo,landonorris and 1,231,110 others

y/ninsta: my boyfriend is the current world champion

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maxverstappen: i couldn't have done it without your encouragment my love

y/ninsta: yeah those midnight facetime calls are the reason you won. not your skill. for sure.

danielricciardo: thank god, i had to stop lando from calling you max's girlfriend in public yesterday. he would have not lasted any longer.

landonorris: mate you said you weren't going to tell her

alexandrasaintmleux: the best double date partners

y/ninsta: so happy to not be third wheeling you and charles anymore

user6: the fact that she never got to say that when she was with lewis i'm so happy for our girl

maxverstappen

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maxverstappen: my girlfriend is a vogue model

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y/ninsta: so obsessed with you

maxverstappen: good because i'm so obsessed with you

alexandrasaintmleux: thank you for looking after my girl

maxverstappen: of course, i would do anything for her

user2: the matching captions. i am so single.

danielricciardo: i took the first three photos, y'all need to pay me

user5: daniel being their personal photographer is the cutest thing

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[formulawolff]

xix. when time stood still - t.w.

pairing: female driver!reader x toto wolff

word count: 3.4k

warnings: ANGST, so much angst, yearning, mutual pining, cursing, mentions of injury, mild violence, sexual innuendos, light smut (you'd have to squint to see it), age gap relationships, banter, yadayadayada

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“have you seen this?”

“seen what?” you arch a brow, shoving a bite into your mouth.

“toto did an interview with sky sports,” alex scoots closer to you on the couch. you were to his right, lily cuddled up on his left, “should we all watch it together? it already has almost one million views.”

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you pick at your food, “that’s unusual. sky sports typically rakes in only thousands of views per video.”

“well we’ll just have to watch and see!” lily chirps, leaning forward so that she can drum along your arm with her hands, “chin up, buttercup! we’re about to watch your mans!”

alex presses play, holding the phone at an angle where the three of you could see clearly. the moment he appears on screen, your heart skips a beat.

he’s disheveled, his fluffy brunette locks sticking up on all ends, the first few buttons of his crisp mercedes polo undone, the fabric slightly wrinkled from the stressful events of qualifying. 

although it was cooling down significantly as the sun had set, he wore no jacket. the sleeves of his polo were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his toned forearms, the veins prominent in the low light. there was an emotion in his gaze you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

lewis and george linger in the background, both of them waving fervently to the camera as rachel brooks begins the interview, clearing her throat. 

she begins with her introduction, your jaw going slack the second she mentions your relationship. she continues, pressing on with a flurry of invasive questions. toto appears just as shocked, remaining silent for nearly thirty seconds before speaking. 

“i initiated our relationship,” he starts, pausing briefly once more, “i approached her a few months ago in bahrain. if we’re being honest here, i had been crushing on her for quite some time. since the news broke of her signing to williams in december of 2022.”

alex’s thumb locates the pause button with lighting speed, stopping the video, “no. fucking. way.”

“that is so romantic!” lily squeals, kicking her feet, “alex, what are you doing? press play! i want to watch more.”

as the video resumes, you can’t help but notice lewis and george’s reactions, how their eyes are widened, lips parted as toto shifts in place, slightly swaying back and forth as rachel clarifies exactly how long he had been interested in you. he responds, focusing his attention directly to the camera, his eyes almost piercing through the lens. 

he mentions susie, quenching the blazing rumors that the two you were involved in an affair. he defends her name, stating that she is not the bitter ex-wife that the headlines claim she is. he affirms that she is the founder and helm of the f1 academy, the mother of their children, and an exceptional co-parent and business partner. 

you find yourself almost too invested in the words, leaning over a few more inches so that you can savor the way his voice is brimmed with passion, bursting with nothing but adoration as he catches his breath. 

that’s when he mentions you.

your heart flutters, a dizzying sensation taking hold as he utters the words i love that american girl.

“oh shit,” alex murmurs under his breath, “you have that man in a chokehold.”

“shhh!” lily hushes him, putting a finger to his lips, “there’s still more!”

rachel glances towards the camera as toto spins on his heel, starting to walk away. she calls out him, eager to dissect his previous sentiment. 

“you said that you loved that american driver. do you mind elaborating on that?”

toto turns, now in the center of the frame, “yes, i did. i love her. there are many whispers that i am just using her, that she is just a little pawn in my game to ultimately sign her to mercedes. that is not the case. it is complete and utter bullshit. she is my entire world. i would never take advantage of her in that manner. i respect her too much to do that. 

now that all of your pressing questions are answered, i have one thing to ask. will you all just leave us be? no more hot gossip. no more lies. let me love my american girl. that’s all. i will not be elaborating further, ms. brooks. thank you.”

that’s when rachel blinks, the hand holding the microphone quivering. 

was it from excitement? from a rush of adrenaline because she was able to pry more information out of him? the exhilaration of knowing that this was going to create a media frenzy?

the camera pans to her, the reporter bearing a smug, shit-eating grin. 

“well, now we know how the illustrious mercedes team principal really feels about the williams driver. perhaps tomorrow we will be able to reach her for an exclusive, one-on-one interview. perhaps will we see another post-race kiss? stay tuned to sky sports f1 for more updates here in montreal, canada! have a great evening! we will see you on the race track bright and early for more coverage!” 

the video cuts out, suggestions popping up on the screen for more related content. for a minute, you sit there, completely and utterly in disbelief at what you just witnessed. alex elbows you, bringing you back to earth. 

“you okay?”

“yeah,” you nod, heat burning in your cheeks, “i wasn’t expecting that.”

“and neither were we!” lily springs up from the couch, making her way over to you. 

she knees alex gently, “move, move, move! i need to talk to my girl.”

“am i included in girl talk?” he teases, obliging to her request, “i want to know all of the tea! she never told me about her time in monte carlo.”

“why not?” lily’s lip juts out as she settles next to you, “hey, what’s on your mind?”

your lower lip trembles, tears blurring your vision, “i-i just miss him.”

“oh lovebug,” lily coos, wrapping tender arms around your frame, “is james still being weird about everything?”

“weird is an understatement,” alex whistles, shaking his head, “he’s on insane levels of a strict father figure at the moment. he almost took her phone yesterday because he was under the impression that she was texting toto.”

“nuh uh!” lily’s eyes widen in shock, disgust painting her features, “alex told me that part of it was due to the team’s reputation? the pr teams want you guys to maintain your distance?”

there’s now a steady stream falling down your cheeks, “y-yeah.”

“oh honey,” lily rubs your back as wails bubble up in the back of your throat, “alex, get her phone for me?”

“why?” he inquires, yet hands her your phone, “her passcode is zero-three-zero-nine-two-four.”

“isn’t that the date you won your first grand prix?” lily’s fingers fly across the screen. 

“yes,” alex answers for you, placing a box of tissues on your lap, “lily, what are you doing?”

“calling toto wolff,” her chin tilts upward, towards alex, “duh! who else would i be calling?”

a few paddocks down, toto wolff paces in his office, his drivers situated in the two plush chairs, scrolling away on their phones. 

there is a thick layer of frustration lingering in the air, clouding around the team principal. 

it was not the heated, fiery rage of losing a race or a car malfunctioning. it was more like the fury of wanting something you cannot have. the desperation of it, the way it tugged and pulled at his weary heart. resentment for the mercedes pr team was accumulating by the second, the team principal firing blazing strings of curses under his breath. 

“everyone is going bonkers over that interview, mate,” lewis’ lips are curled into a devious smirk, the driver flashing his screen, “you should see what they’re saying about you.”

“all good things i hope,” toto snorts, rolling his eyes, “in retrospect, i should have just kept my mouth shut.”

on his desk, the inbox of his work email was flooded with furious messages from the pr team, demanding that he keep his lips sealed for the remainder of the weekend. the team principal was to shoot down any pressing inquiries regarding the williams driver. they even went so far to create scenarios that provided examples of the “proper responses.” answers that he was required to give since he only “embarrassed the team and mercedes brand even further.”

“they’re loving every single second,” george tuts, skimming over the comments, “someone said, ‘well now i get it. that man really put his job on the line to admit how much he loves her. w for the american girl, and w interview.’”

“someone by the user ‘mercedesgirl’ posted,” lewis snickers, suppressing his laughter, “‘you know what? good for them. she gets to be railed by the one and only toto wolff. he probably fucks her so hard she can’t see straight. also, no man talks about a woman like that in front of a camera without being absolutely whipped. he loves that girl.’”

“oh really?” toto raises a brow, folding his arms over his chest, “i mean, they’re not–”

a vibration in his pocket interrupts him, lewis and george both setting their phones on their laps, intrigued by the potential caller. 

pulling it out of his pocket, he quickly glances at the screen. 

my golden girl 

swiping across the cool surface, he brings the phone to his ear, “hallo, baby.”

“oh!” the voice on the other end is not familiar, “hi! um, it’s lily he, one of your girlfriend’s close friends.”

hmm. this was odd.

“i was wondering if there was any possible way we could get her over to the mercedes paddock? or your hotel room? she’s in shambles right now over that interview and i think she really could use some of your snuggles or something.”

“is she crying?” toto could pick out the quiet cries in the background, his heart sinking, “do you know why she’s so upset?”

“not really. i think she might be stressed out with everything going on with james and your pr teams,” the voice is light, airy and delicate, “but i think she could really use some time with you. in private. are you busy?” 

that prick. 

what else could he have possibly done or said?

“no,” toto’s eyes dart towards his drivers, “i’m not busy at all, actually. does she want to spend the night with me? i can tell you which things to pack in an overnight bag.”

lewis leans back in the chair, hands on his head as george puckers his lips, making kissy faces. 

“just text me!” lily chirps, “i’ll get her ass in the shower. maybe if she knows she’s going to see you, she’ll perk up. see you soon!”

the line clicks dead, toto pointing a finger at both of his drivers, “you two! out!”

“come on,” lewis groans, “we don’t get to see your precious baby? what if i want to say hi?”

“unfortunately for you,” toto scoffs, crossing over to his desk, “i have places to be.”

“do you want me to call theodore?” george offers, rising to his feet, “i can get the car arranged so no one notices the two of you together.”

“that’s not a terrible idea,” toto dips his head, turning to lewis, “are you going to be helpful or are you going to just sit there and continue to terrorize me?”

“i can help, i can help,” the driver waves a hand, “what do you need me to do?”

“i need you to escort her over here to the paddock or to the car,” shoving an arm into his jacket, the team principal scoops his keys off the desk, frantically gathering his belongings, “will you be able to do that for me?”

“aye aye, captain!” lewis salutes, “you need me to text her?”

“please,” toto whirls around, searching the space, ensuring nothing important was left behind. 

who knew that a simple rendezvous would require such meticulous planning?

well, it seemed when your pr teams desperately tried to keep the two of you apart, your friends would be the ones to step in. 

especially when the two of you were two desperate, yearning messes. 

and when it came to that, toto was eternally grateful. 

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“i missed you.”

one hand rests on the small of your back, the other kneading into your shoulder blade as your head is nuzzled into his chest, traces of his cologne flooding your nostrils. a simple heather gray t-shirt clings to his top half, boxers hanging on his hips. 

you’re in one of his crewnecks, the garment nearly framing your figure effortlessly. your lashes flutter as tender kisses pepper all over your face, covering your nose, apples of your cheeks, jawline, temple, and forehead. 

“i missed you more, schatzi,” he murmurs, “do you feel better now?”

you had reunited with the team principal in his lavish hotel room approximately an hour ago, lewis hitching a ride with you so that it didn’t raise any eyebrows. george was the one who coordinated theodore’s arrival to your motorhome, meticulously choosing a time in which you wouldn’t be stopped by any lingering members of the williams crew. 

it was quite ridiculous, really. the hoops you had to leap through in order to spend just a few hours with your beloved team principal. 

yet, it was worth it.

so beyond worth it.

the embrace you were greeted with was unlike one you had ever encountered before. toto’s arms nearly swept you off your feet, lifting you a few inches above the ground as he held you tightly against his chest, squeezing with so much force you couldn’t breathe. strings of german filled your ears, bursting with nothing but love and adoration. 

it was like he hadn’t seen you in weeks. 

yet, you were on the same wavelength, nearly erupting into tears once again as he whisked you into his room. 

there was a coziness that rippled in your heart as the two of you laid together, oh so joyful to be reunited once more. 

“so much better,” your lashes flutter, eyelids heavy with exhaustion, “this probably isn’t our smartest idea.”

“i think we’ve made plenty of dumb decisions,” a chuckle rumbles in his chest as he drapes the comforter over you, fluffing it so that it covered any exposed area, “are you nervous for the race tomorrow? the bottom half of the grid is not where i expected you to be.”

“it is what it is,” you exhale, “i could barely get any grip on my tires.”

“it was pretty slick out there. were you distracted by other things?”

“maybe,” you mutter, burying your head into the fabric, “i don’t really want to talk about racing right now.”

“i understand,” he hand drifts, wandering to your rib-cage, “lily mentioned something about james earlier. i just want to know if he had anything to do with your qualifying lap, that’s all.”

his touch his light, nearly feathery as his fingertips drag along, “i mean, i did get into it with him a few times. nothing serious, really.”

“let me know if it’s anything that i need to address, all right?” his hands envelops your breast, his palm radiating warmth as he squeezes, “i want to ensure that you’re not being harassed or anything. i can handle it, but it would destroy me if you were mistreated over something like this.”

“you worry too much,” your breath hitches in your throat as he rolls your nipple between two fingers.

“it’s my job,” his mouth hovers by your ear, “if anything happened to you? oh god. i don’t know what i would do. lately, every time you step foot onto that track, i think my heart rate elevates. i just get so nervous that you may get hurt or something even far wo–”

tilting your chin, you glance upward, pressing a finger to his lips, “i’ll be okay, baby. that’s why the safety regulations are in place. to protect me.”

in the dim light, you notice the glossiness in his gaze, misty even as he responds, the words barely audible. 

“that is true. but you mean everything to me. the safety regulations aren’t enough. i need to be the one protecting you. from everything. i hope you know i’m counting down the days.”

“counting down the days till what exactly?” the pad of your thumb wipes away a tear as it falls. 

“i’m counting down the days until you’re at mercedes. the day when we’ll be able to be together for the rest of our lives. the day where i’ll finally be able to go forward with our future.”

“our future?” your heart swells as he leans in.

“yes, our future. the future in which i’ll be able to make you my wife.” 

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“and it’s lights out here in montreal! the canadian grand prix is underway!”

“push, push.” the command floods in, “you should be able to overtake magnussen.” 

“got it,” you swallow thickly, adrenaline coursing through your veins, “let’s fucking do this.”

as george flew out from the pole position, max hot on his tail, your mind hones in from the chaos of the starting stretch, focusing on the task at hand. 

if you were able to overtake kevin magnussen, then you would more than likely be able to do the same to the ferrari boys as well. that would prove to be a challenge, as both of them were vastly competitive, but the determination set your heart ablaze, goading you to step on that pedal. 

this was it, the canadian grand prix. 

one of the crucial races. just another rung up the ladder to that final destination. 

the world driver’s championship.

and by god, you were going to get there by any means possible. 

yet, kevin was hellbent on maintaining his position, veering in your path. 

on the track, every inch was necessary in order to overtake another car. if you miscalculated the distance by even a hair, the results could be catastrophic. 

cursing under your breath, you alleviate the pressure on the pedal, “he’s not giving me any fucking room guys.”

“you’ll have your opportunity,” james’ voice chimes in, “just be patient, american girl.”

“well i want it now,” you counter, gritting your teeth, “how the fuck am i supposed to be the world champion if i can’t even manage a fucking pod–”

that’s when a horrific crunching noise cuts you off, the world around you slowing as you’re propelled several feet into the air, the wind whistling. 

it was like everything all around was frozen, your car rolling, barreling towards the barrier. blood roars in your ears as you gasp for breath, the panic crashing over you like a tidal wave.

oh god. 

this was it. 

squeezing your eyes shut, you brace for impact, one last image flashing across your mind as the car collides against the rigid surface.

toto and his beautiful eyes, the mocha depths glittering like stars as he dimples form, bearing a wide, radiant grin as his nose scrunches.

that damn smile. 

it was going to be the death of you. 

i love you. 

you hear a voice. his voice. so rich and brassy, thick with the accent you had grown to absolutely adore.

that’s was the last thing you hear before everything goes dark. 

in the stands, fans jump to their feet, their attention lasered in on the scene before them. alex albon of williams racing screeches to a halt, scrambling out of his car.

he stumbles slightly the first few steps, desperate to reach his fellow driver, buried among the wreckage. he shouts across the track, his field of vision blurred as his voice falters. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck! i’m coming! i’m coming for you! hold on!”

calls come buzzing across the radio waves. 

“red flag! we need the fucking red flag!”

“red flag! fuck! where is the safety car?”

“where is the fucking safety car?”

“hello! we need a red flag!”

“where is the medic? we need a fucking medic!”

in the mercedes paddock, a team principal rips off his headphones, his chest heaving as he frantically makes his way towards the entrance of the garage, scanning the track. 

he makes out the outline of alex albon, desperately tugging you out of a pile of crumpled metal and tires. 

as his line of sight falls on you, all he can see is the way your head rolls, limbs lolling as he lays you on the ground, his pleas crying out.

“where the fuck is the medic? she needs help!”

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[bitchslapblastoids]

Prompted by your post about dnp inviting audience interaction: it /is/ really brave, and so interesting! I haven't been watching them for long at all and one of the biggest things that just drew me in and deeply fascinated me about them is how so much of their work (not just on stage) is in some way a conversation/interaction with their audience and the more you watch the more you notice it. No wonder its easy to be parasocial about them and about the Phandom itself!

To me, at least, they seem to be the sort of performers/creators that need a relatively high level of audience interaction in order to be inspired or for their work to feel meaningful. Like, im absolutely sure they could also create things without this close relationship with their audience but it seems to be what their naturally drawn towards? Obviously the problem has been in maintaining boundaries within that but it seems like that's going better now than at some points in the past, which makes me really happy for everyone!

Sorry about the long yap, this is so interesting to me and I just needed to express it a little

(original post referenced) yes!!! i love this!!! so beautifully worded! no need to apologize at all - i am in such hearty agreement and actually think about this so often. i think the engagement with their audience is their superpower, and it runs so deep. what was one of dan's favorite things about phil before he met him? phil's interactive adventure videos, in which he was creating an interactive experience for his viewers.

when they film pinof1 together, what are they doing? they're answering an audience-submitted q&a. the audience interaction is literally baked into their foundation! <3

2010, dan's uni dorm. what's displayed behind him on his wall? art and letters sent to him by viewers. he films danmail vids where he opens and reacts to said art and letters and personally thanks the senders.

for years and years and years, what's at the end of every phil video? fanart! draw phil naked! (in retrospect literally so weird lol but shhh)

the ongoing avalanche of vyous and younows and tumblr reblogs/follows and responding to yt comments and retweets and and and. so much interaction. the videos directly engaging with twitter and tumblr creations. they see us, they know us, they get us.

their first book? included a double-page spread with dozens of pieces of phanart.

every single one of their tours has multiple essential audience interaction components, and even more brilliantly, with multiple different access points that are perfectly calibrated to their audience. too shy to speak up? send in a submission ahead of time. want to be a part of the masses? shout something out during the audience participation segments! and there's always the likelihood that they'll include fanart in the show itself, casually mention an actual actively popular fic, throw in an ancient phwedding manip, or just build whole segments of the show around our tropes and the world that we created with them. all of that keeps things exciting and engaging on stage, bc you never know exactly what's going to come next. but it also keeps their audience feeling seen, valued, and like co-creators in a way.

When you look at the other britcrew and big yters from the 2010s, they simply weren't generating that ongoing, authentic conversation with their audiences. their approach followed the simple format of: i post, you watch. and then it became: i post, you watch, then i try and sell you something while i call you my 'community' because you are all watching me and sometimes you talk to one another in the comments. but it's not like zalfie or joe and casper etc. were chiming in on the convos too, or at least not in any meaningful way. it wasn't a community in the same way.

dan and phil truly built community. i think communities require mutual exchange, communication, a sense of value and worth, commonly agreed upon truths, shared experiences, touchstones of connection, and leaders who have integrity. i know this is all starting to sound a little lofty, but i really do think dan and phil are good humans who have worked hard to wield their power and influence responsibly and compassionately. they set the tone for us, constructed this world, paid attention to what landed for us, how we responded to things, everything that we were up to in response to what they were up to. they listened. they made us feel seen and celebrated and appreciated, and in turn we continued to celebrate them. they created weird inside jokes, we adopted them, then we all shared the weird inside jokes. they existed, we created our own language and lore and encyclopedia in response, and now there's a whole stage show about it.

that's how you get people sticking around for 15 years. that's how you get people to actually want to spend money on you. and yeah, some more boundaries at times couldn't have hurt. they fostered a sense of proximity and entitlement that obviously put them in harm's way. but i'd say ultimately what they've manage to do has been a net good for them and a tremendous success.

you raised such a good point that it seems to be what they are naturally drawn towards. i think it's because they, too, were fangirls. phil was writing buffy fic. dan was running a lost wiki. they both understood the power of online fan community before they were the titans of their own. they get it, they get us <3

[edenesth]

[5:04 AM]

Sighing in frustration, you gazed up at the ceiling.

You'd lost track of how long you'd been struggling to fall asleep, blaming yourself for giving in to your coffee addiction during dinner with Mingi earlier.

But your annoyance melted away when you felt your boyfriend wrap a strong arm around your waist, subconsciously drawing you closer to him even in his sleep. Deciding to let go of your sleeplessness, for now, you focused on his adorable sleeping face instead.

Tracing your finger from his forehead down his nose to his lips, you giggled when his face scrunched up from the ticklish touch.

You froze when he let out a small groan, stirring awake from your playfulness, "Shhh, it's alright. Go back to sleep, princess," He pouted at the nickname, "Not when you're calling me that," You snickered, and he opened his eyes to look at you, "Why are you still awake, babe? It's the coffee, isn't it? I warned you not to have any."

Sheepishly biting your lip, you shrugged, "Yes, yes, you were right. I was a complete idiot. Now, go back to sleep and let me face the consequences of my actions alone."

He rolled his eyes, "I wish I could, but I love you too much to do that," You chuckled, "Well, what's your plan then? I'm convinced I won't be getting any sleep tonight."

He scoffed, "Not if I can help it. I watched some videos about soothing babies to sleep, and I think I might have found a method that could work."

You narrowed your eyes, "I'm not a baby—"

"Shhh, you're my baby. Now, c'mere," He murmured, guiding your head into the crook of his neck, "Just try to relax."

You pouted but relented anyway, snuggling into his familiar and comforting hold. With one arm securely around you, he gently moved his other hand up and down your back. You couldn't help but smile at his efforts, regardless of whether it would work.

"I love you, Mingi."

The corners of his lips tugged upwards, "I love you more, babe." He whispered, pressing his lips against your temple.

Perhaps you were wrong for underestimating him because the next thing you knew, you were gradually drifting into unconsciousness. He continued to stroke your back until he was certain you were fast asleep.

Feeling your breaths become steady against his neck, he sighed in relief, "Finally." He smiled, tucking the blanket snugly around you before succumbing to sleep once again.

"Sweet dreams, babe."

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[dark-and-kawaii]

༺ 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒮𝑜 𝐼𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 ༻

Nanami x F!Reader

Summary: Nanami catches you watching porn.

NSFW - Choking - Degradation

Nanami decided to surprise you while your parents were away on a business trip. He knew you needed help with your new skills, so he saw this as the perfect opportunity. He knocked on the door, but there was no response. He tried again, still no answer. Third time's a charm, right? Still nothing. It didn't surprise him that you didn't answer the door, but what surprised him was that it was unlocked.

As he stepped inside, the silence consumed him. It was strange because the lights were off and you would've at least had the TV on. It was dead silent.

“(Y/n)?"

No response. He walked over to the living room and noticed your head poking over the back of the couch. He crept up behind the couch and could see you had your headphones in. His face flushed instantly as he realized what you were watching, on your small phone screen was a video of a naked woman bound and being fucked relentlessly. It wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him, as he had indulged in similar videos himself…

He felt his cock twitch slightly as he stared down at you. Your eyes were glued to the video, watching every thrust. Nanami’s eyes wandered lower on your crotch, you were completely bare from the waist down…

Part of him wanted to walk away, pretend he hadn't stumbled upon you in such a state. Yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away. He continued to stand behind you as you clicked on the next video, titled "Stupid whore gets destroyed," your fingers buried deep inside your pussy. Nanami remained silent, a silent observer, as you circled your clit with vigor.

Nanami despised himself for it, but he couldn't deny the throbbing erection straining against his pants. The combination of watching you pleasure yourself and the explicit content on the screen threatened to make him cum right then and there.

Nanami was frozen. He couldn't look away, couldn't move, couldn't think. All he could do was watch. He wanted to leave, he needed to leave, but the overwhelming need for release was keeping him in place.

As the woman on the screen was being relentlessly fucked, Nanami witnessed your own actions mimicking the scene. You pushed two fingers inside yourself, as if you were the one being pounded. The woman in the video had two cocks thrusting inside her, with a third man attempting to penetrate her asshole. The sound of your moans filled the room as you pushed a third finger into your tight, wet cunt, mirroring the intensity on the screen.

In the video, the girl began to cry, her mascara smudging from her tear-stained eyes. Caught in a trance, you started to whimper, fucking yourself in rhythm with their thrusts. Nanami knew exactly when you were about to cum, the telltale shiver, the pitch of your cries. It was at this moment that he wrapped his hands around your throat, simulating the scene you were watching.

You screamed, feeling the sensation of his calloused hand squeezing the sides of your neck. Nanami was too aroused to notice your reaction. He had already unbuckled his belt and was stroking himself. His breathing was labored, the only sounds coming from the video, and the sounds of his heavy panting.

"Shhh, princess," he hushed as you struggled against his grip, tightening his hold to prevent you from making any more noise, "You enjoy being treated this way, don't you?"

Nanami's eyes were glazed over as he watched you struggle to breathe. Your lips were parted, allowing a soft moan to escape.

"Do you like this, princess?"

You were unable to answer.

"I want to hear you say it."

"Y-yes..." You choked out.

Nanami smirked. He was enjoying this more than he should have. He tutted, his lips brushing against your ear as he tightened his grip around your neck.

"If this is what you want," he taunted, "then I will fuck you just like that whore."

The words sent a chill down your spine. Nanami was enjoying every second of it. He wanted to watch you squirm, wanted to watch you suffer. He wanted to destroy you for once instead of treating you like his princess.

He released his grip around your throat, your lungs filling with air. You gasped and cried out as he continued to stroke his cock.

"I want you to beg for me, (y/n)."

"N-no...Please, Nanami-" You feigned being scared.

"You are being a brat," he snarled, grabbing a handful of your hair, "Do not test me…-." He was hesitant, he had never called you a derogatory name before… “w-whore.”

He tugged harder, causing you moan. The pain felt so good. Nanami knew what he was doing to you, knew how much you craved the pain, and yet he still taunted you.

"Beg for it," he ordered, his voice laced with lust.

You did as he said, begging for him to take you, and fuck you senseless.

"Such a dirty girl, aren't you?" He sneered, "Look at the mess you've made."

Your hands were covered in slick, glistening with your arousal. You whined and reached for him, pleading for him to fuck you. Nanami grabbed your hand and began sucking on your fingers. He moaned, his tongue lapping at the juices, savoring the sweet taste of your juices.

"Tell me how bad you want it, princess."

You couldn’t help but to smile a little, your Nanami just couldn’t stop calling you princess.

"M’Please, please, Kento! I need it, I need you, please..." You swipe his lip with your finger. "Fuck me."

He climbed over the couch and pressed your back against it, his mouth covering yours. You tasted yourself on his tongue. He grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark and filled with lust, a dangerous glint in his eye.

"Don't you dare look away," he ordered, his fingers digging into the sides of your face, "I want to see every reaction."

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders, opening your pussy for him. He groaned, watching you spread your juices along your slit. Nanami leaned forward and kissed you deeply, his tongue sliding past your parted lips. His cock pressing against your entrance, and in one hard thrust, he slammed into you. You gasped as he began pounding you.

"Is this what you want?" He growled, "You want me to treat you like the little slut that you are?"

"Yes! Please, yes! M'Want it harder!"

Nanami grunted and quickened his pace. Your hips were rocking against his, the couch creaking with each movement. His fingers found their way into your mouth, pushing past your lips to press down on your tongue.

"Suck them," he demanded.

You complied, sucking his fingers and swirling your tongue around them. Nanami growled, pulling his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva trailing after them. He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing tightly, causing you to gag.

His fingers bruising as he feels himself about to cum, “Gonna cum,” he chokes out.

He pulls out, spilling his load onto your stomach, and the floor. His hand falls from your throat, a satisfied smile spread across his face. And just as he pulls out your own release washes over you.

"Good girl," Nanami purred, kissing the top of your head, "Let's get you cleaned up."

You were left breathless and speechless as he carried you upstairs to the bathroom.

[f3mme-f4tale]

streamer!ellie hc

in honor of watching hours upon hours of julien solomita's streams last year, and coming across some streamer!ellie blurbs, i have become obsessed. so, here i am jumping on the bandwagon.

important info about palestine

⭒ the female version of chrismelberger (i am so right about this one)

⭒ her friends screaming “ELLIIEEE!” and her responding with “I didn’t know that would happen, i do apologize” even though she knew it would

⭒ owns a swivel chair

⭒ “lemme cook chat, lemme cook” every two seconds

⭒ she got big playing legend of zelda: breath of the wild even though she wants to be known for fps games

⭒ says she hates fortnite but then plays it at least once a week. her mains are dbd, rdr2 ("its just cowboy simulator"), and phasmophobia

⭒ yells at children on pubg "get outta here bro!"

⭒ chat is always hyping ellie up, even when she's being rly annoying

user1: spare one crumb pls ma'am

user2: ok hands

user3: shhh ur so pretty when u don't talk babe

⭒ you're one of her moderators and she likes to constantly bully you on stream, to which you just reply with y/nmod: ????

⭒ she loves to randomly send you her merch, especially when you send her pics back of you wearing only her merch. she's so down bad for you, like true simp loser!ellie behavior

⭒ has a mommy kink??? because yes she would

⭒ she begs you to play dbd or phas with her, even though you prefer games like the sims or life is strange

⭒ you tried the lara croft tomb raider games once and now you beg her to try them out because "respectfully, she's so hot bro"

⭒ she finally does, to which she says some pretty... inappropriate things and the entire time ellie's chat is going

user1: huh??

user2: sorry say that one more time

user3: aintnoway

user4: no better than a man

"but chat imagine y/n in this outfit"

y/nmod: choosing to ignore that

⭒ you will get sent tiktok edits of ellie from ellie, bc ego

⭒ she still quotes vines even though its 2024. she likes to say "i smell llike beef" extremely close into the mic and "i wanna be a cowboy baby" when playing rdr2

⭒ she likes to show chat her tiktok likes, but its all cat videos and clips of lethal company

[spacebaby1]

Anything For You (Sukuna x Reader)

WARNING: None? Angst. Feeling emotional

Usually its you who's the talkative one in the relationship; you always talk about your day, a video you saw and the random cat that followed you when you went shopping. However today it was different, Sukuna noticed how lost you looked all day.

You haven't annoyed him with early morning kisses, you haven't got out of bed as early as you Usually do, you woke up silence just quietly going about your day. Sukuna raised a brow when you took your coffee mug and went back to sit at the dining table; you Usually would chat with him all morning even when he was showering and getting ready for work.

He pulled out his phone and texted his boss that he had a "Family emergency" and that he won't be attending his work today which his boss didn't mind since Sukuna never missed a day in work.

He made his way to you and sitting next to you at the dining table watching you drinking your coffee looking at the wall ahead, "I was thinking we should go shopping today, we haven't in a long time, hum?" He asked snapping you out of you thoughts. "What about work? Are you not going to work today?" You asked confused. He shrugged, "I took a day off now go get ready I'm taking you shopping." He said taking another sip of his drink, you nodded before drinking your coffee and going back to your shared room.

In the shower you were awfully quiet; Usually you'd be singing a random song that was heard throughout the house but now you just stood under the shower eyes shut thinking about nothingness. Sukuna entered the bathroom, "Sweetie are you done?" He would call you that only when you were upset or mad at him; you didn't notice that so you pulled the shower curtain away a bit, "Yes, hand me the towel Darling." He nodded and handed you the towel then left.

You called him Darling which means you are not mad at him. He made sure to complement you once you were ready, in your pink floral dress, "you look stunning, is this the hair clip I got you from Malaysia?" You nodded happily when he kissed your head noticing the butterfly clip. He smiled, "cute, you look so cute. Let's go, where do you wanna go first? The mall?"

You nodded holding his hand, it wasn't long before you started to go back to the quiet mood, three hours into shopping you would zone out while Sukuna would be talking. He just watched looking out of place so he decided to head home, usually you would rush to kitchen to cook for him, you weren't the best at it but you tried however today you simply went to fall on the couch your eyes closed, Sukuna started to get worried. You were acting not like yourself, he decided to order some food before kneeling infront of you trying to meet his gaze with your lost eyes, you smiled small when your eyes met his, he placed a gentle hand on your head that was it for you.

Tears started to stream down your eyes rapidly it took Sukuna out of surprised as you sat up on the couch sobbing while covering your face trying to stop your tears from falling but they won't stop, Sukuna jumped to your side holding your face in his hands as you sobbed, he pulled you closer, "hey, hey there what's wrong, Baby? Why are you so upset?" He asked rubbing your back making you cry even more shaking your head, "I-I don't know, I don't k-know w-why I'm so sad and it's sc-scaring me Suk-sukuna," you cried in his chest as he tried his best to calm you down.

"I got you, I'm here sweetheart, it's okay, shhh." He kissed your head over and over as you cried in his arms, he really hated seeing you upset but he knew that random emptiness you'd feel, he knew the feeling all too well; so he let you cry out until you couldn't anymore but by then you felt sleepy, he kissed your head before helping you wash your face and removing your make-up while you sat on the toilet seat, you watched him silently as he did your skincare routine; he didn't miss a step. After you were done he helped you change into comfy clothes, by then the food arrived. He knew you wanted to sleep but you had to eat first.

He sat next to you as he feed you with his own hands and caressing your cheeks every other minute and you smiled at him, "thank you for taking care of me." He smiled at you words, "I'll do anything for you sweetheart." You beamed at his words, "even get me an ice cream? I want an ice cream," you pouted and he laughed nodding, "anything your heart wants is my command, we'll get you your ice cream but after dinner." You smiled wide taking a mouthful bite of the pasta he feed you.

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Paige Bueckers as your girlfriend headcannons (Part 66)

She is the most ANNOYING girl like on the planet

You’ll be watching a movie and you’re super into it.

And Paige will walk in and say “Hey babe. Are you watching a movie?” She asked

“Yes Paige”. You said

“What movie? Can I watch?” Paige asked

“Paige! Shhh!” You said

You are watching a movie and it got really good. “Oh god”. You said you are really into the movie

“I don’t like this movie. Can we watch another movie? Can we watch a comedy movie? I heard this one movie is really really good!! Please??!!” Paige said

“Paige! We are NOT watching a comedy movie right now. I’m trying to finish the movie”. You said aggregated

“But baby!” Paige whined

She kept on poking you

She played the song not like us by Kendrick Lamar on the loud speaker

When you’re cooking she will play random YouTube videos and put it on loud volume and follow you around

She snores loud. And when I say loud I mean LOUD.

You and Paige argue all the time. You hung up on her. “That’s why I’m gonna leave you ass for Azzi Fudd your best friend”.

[saeivra]

OH, MY GOODLOOKING BOY

synopsis: telling enhypen (hyungline) that you find them good looking!<3

warnings: fluff, face kisses (?) anything else lmk!

-LEE HEESEUNG-

You and Heeseung were in the middle of playing video games, and Heeseung's focus was ALL over the screen, not daring to take a break. But yours? Not so much. From his eyes to his jawline, you were eyeing him down. After dying and throwing his remote on the sofa, Heeseung noticed your gaze piercing through your eyes. "Babe? What's wrong? Something on my face?" "Nope...It's just.." "Just what?" you cupped his face in your hands, and kissed his forehead. "You're so cute..Good-looking, not to mention.." Heeseung immediately smiled and kissed you back "All that staring just to tell me I'm good-looking? Damn, I must be very cute then."

-PARK JEONGSONG-

Cooking with Jay was always fun. He found easy recipes online just to remake them time and time again with a cute twist on it. If was a special thing you two always loved to do. On today's menu, you both were frying some fish, coating it in batter, then powder, then frying it. "Jay! Look at the mess we've made!!" You pointed to all of the flour spilled on the table, all over your shirt and everything. "Oh....We should just-" He began to clean everything up, gently pushing you out of the way so he didn't hurt you. Cute. "What?" Jay asked, noticing your gaze. "Mmm..Nothing, your kinda cute when you're being useful." Jay chuckled "Am I not usually?" "Nope. You're usually good-looking, but cute? No. Not really" "Yeah yeah...Now are you gonna help me or not? This mess isn't gonna clean itself up!" He mumbled, shortly after kissing your nose "Sure.." You said, with a bright smile ear to ear

-SIM JAEYHUN-

Watching movies with Jake was always cozy. Like instinct, you both would cuddle up right next to each other and watch whatever movie in pure silence, occasionally pressing kisses to eachothers forehead, nose and lips. But the way Jake's side profile reflected off the light of the movie screen, it was captivating....Hard to look away..You found yourself staring with heart eyes, practically screaming that you're in love with him. "Baby you've been staring for over 10 minutes. Am I really that beautiful?" "Yes sir you are. Way too good-looking for my eyes I can't even focus!" You groaned, throwing up your hands in the air to prove a point. "Shhh..Focus on the movie baby hush" He shushed you, pressing his lips against your and faintly holding your hand, making you wish that you could have him forever, and never let go.

-PARK SUNGHOON-

Getting Sunghoon's makeup approval was almost a crucial thing in your daily life. Was this blush okay? Did it go well with my outfit? Sunghoon was there for every step of it, Spoiling you with his opinions and statements, Helping you feel truly comfortable putting on makeup. But Sunghoon puttting on makeup always upset you. Why did his already beautiful face need some? So today, you decided to tell him just that. "Hoon!" You called, eager to find him. "Yes, Y/N? Something wrong?" His eyes met yours as you removed the concealer from his hand. "Babe, seriously..Where are you gonna put this? Your fine face is already beautiful enough and not showered in blemishes like mine is..Baby you don't need it". Sunghoon smiled at you. "Really? Don't I tell you that every day? But you still put it on-" "Hoon! I'm serious, Your so good looking that everyone else could use it but you!! I swear there is no use for this!!" You whined, only for your whines to be shushed and for him to kiss your lips quiet. "Am I really that good looking you got into a hissy fit?" He chuckled while caressing your face

-LA FIN-

a/n: gonna let this simmer overnight🫡 i can't even call this a/n bc I ain't no author😭 also I'm so sorry that I put u thru reading this😭😭 but if you (rarely) enjoyed feel free to reblog and like! merci! :) not proof read

perm tl: @jayparked

[1lenii]

The trick shot🏀

42!Miles x F!Reader

Got this from a tt @moralesmilesanhour posted and I thought it was funny so did my own take on this

For the sake of this, there’s no such thing as prowler, but miles is pretty agile so

⚠️physical violence, nothing to crazy(it’s literally light.. like lighttt!! don’t do this at home lovelies<3

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“You recording ma?”

Miles is now currently at the basketball court by his old middle school, sat on the bleacher tying up his skates (Y/N) got him from when they when roller skating, (reference to that one post.. yes THAT one)

“Yea babe, don’t bust your ass now” (Y/N) laughs lightly getting the makeshift ramp and lining it up with the hoop a few inches away.

Now standing up with only knee pads as his protection, miles enters the court in with basketball in hand

(Y/N) quickly takes out her phone to start recording.

Miles starts winding up his leg as to get friction, he starts making his way to the ramp quite fast,

Twisting in the air—

BAMM

(Y/N) opens her eyes which she has not previously notice she closed. Carefully strutting looking for miles who was no where to be scene on the floor.

Heavy breathing could be heard from above, (Y/N) points the camera up while also looking up, miles had dunked

“That was the scariest shit I’ve every done” while hanging from the rim he unties one of the skates so when he would land he wouldn’t roll and bust his ass

“You did good baby” Y/N chuckles rewinding the video she had recently stopped

“I only do good mami” miles says while limping over to lean while peep behind her shoulder as he watches the video taken of him.

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⭐️BONUS:

“That’s not a good idea”

“Nah nah it is Js trust”

“…” (Y/N) looks skeptical connecting dots

“IS THAT WHY YOUVE BEEN MISSING OUR STUDY DATES?”

“Shhh not so loud, my mom gonna hear”

“Maybe she should hear dumbass” (Y/N) while slapping miles upside the head

“Ma you have to do that” miles pouts as he rubs the inflicted area

“Good riddance” *rolls eyes*

[cross-goldchain]

𝘼𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 - !

Tags: softdom!Matty, facefucking, daddy kink, pet names, submissive!reader, piss kink…. sorry

A/N: hihi first post yes please like share subscribe for more videos like this… not proofread i am just a girl guys please… kinda rushed too like omg what do you expect from me…

Matty had been at work all day. He left no time to focus on you, with work having taken everything he had, he left nothing to you. You grew desperate. You wanted his focus, his love — hell, you’d even settle for disappointment… as long as he had his eyes on you. After having decided you were done waiting, you made your way towards your boyfriend. His glasses were perched on the tip of his nose, his hands flying quickly across the keyboard as he focused on something important for his job. With his hair disheveled, and his lips pressed into a thick line that his mustache barely covered… he looked good.

You leaned on the doorframe, staring at him as he worked. The deep groans he exhaled from the stress gave you anything but concern — you were filled with desire and need. He looked up at you slightly, head still positioned toward his computer, eyebrows furrowed as if to say “What do you want?” You shook your head and smiled at him, losing his gaze. The wood bit at your knee, skin scraping against the cold floors, but you didn’t mind the pain. You had a mission, and you were determined to meet it. You needed to be his girl, you wanted to be taught a lesson. You reach his legs, staring at his jeans as they tighten against his thighs, his muscles taut underneath them. Your fingers spread his thighs apart, startling him instantly.

“Baby? What’re you doing?” he finally looks down at you, confusion etched on his features. His hand lifts from his keyboard, faltering before leading towards your head. He strokes your hair and smiles softly at the immediate effect he has on you.

“Shhh, Daddy… ‘wanna take care of you, please?” you whimper, beginning to stroke your hands against his growing bulge. The smell of him is all-consuming, and your thoughts proceed to grow more and more about Matty — his cock, him using your mouth for his pleasure. You pull his zipper down with your teeth, taking your time, a small form of revenge for not giving you the attention you so desperately needed. His breath quickens as you continue your teasing, kissing his thighs through his jeans. The anticipation of what’s to come makes his cock jump in his boxer, and you bite your lip at the reaction, holding back a giggle — he’s not the only one with control, you just as easily run circles around him.

You grip him through his boxers, cupping his length and watching his precum bead against the fabric. Leaning forward, you lick his tip, looking at him to see his reaction. He’s groaning softly, trying to focus on his computer, but failing and you notice how hard he’s trying to ignore your efforts to distract him. You increase your efforts, this time pulling him out and slipping his tip in your mouth, sucking and rolling your tongue across his tip.

“God... fuck..” he curses, hand quickly reaching down to grip your hair. You moan at the tight sensation against your scalp. “Such a pretty girl… Can Daddy fuck this pretty mouth?” His grip on your hair tightens, allowing you to nod slightly before he pushes your face down on his cock. He thrusts into your mouth with reckless abandon, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. You clench your fists, trying to hold back choking, but you ultimately fail. You cough and spit flies everywhere, pulling away from his cock and breathing heavily. He strokes your cheek softly, “Sorry baby- fuck, couldn’t hold back, love you so much,” his thumb caresses your mouth, pushing in slightly. Your tongue welcomes him in, wrapping around his finger, bobbing against it like it were the real thing. After a moment, he looks at you and sighs, “Baby, I gotta take a piss… I can’t.. We can continue this when I’m done with work, how about that?” Your eyes open wide, sadness filling your head. You shake your head, moving closer to his cock once more, taking him in completely and looking up at him with your eyes.

“Are you sure? Fuck- okay..” he groans before his stream leaks down your throat, the warmth filling your mouth and spilling from your lips. He tuts at you, rubbing the piss leaking from your mouth, “Such a dirty girl for me, need to clean you up after this, huh?” You smile at him, you’re so content you almost forget his cock is in your mouth, before he slides out of your mouth and back in again. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, your own hand sneaking down to play with your clit. Moaning from the stimulation and the want to be used, Matty whispering praises and filthy words helping push you to release.

His thrusts are slowing down, you take that as your que to double the efforts (on both yourself and him), taking him deeper in your mouth and sucking in. He fucks into your mouth slowly, moaning as you cums down your throat, a mixture of piss and cum leaving an aftertaste in your mouth.

You look at him with doe eyes, whimpering softly when you feel the familiar tension in your stomach start to collapse. He talks you through it, whispering “good girl, such a good girl for me,” as you come down from your high. He brings you up from under his desk, sitting you on his lap. Matty strokes your hair, murmuring praises into your ear as you come back to reality. “What was that about, sweet girl?”

“‘Needed you… 'wanted your attention.. needed to be taught a lesson,”

“Could've just asked, baby,” he grins, "Didn't need a lesson either, you just needed your daddy, no shame about it.."

[resi4skz]

Title: Starstruck (pt1)

Pairing: Chan!idol x Fem!reader

Enjoy!

Part 2 , Part 3

"The usual place?" Luna asks as I finish up decorating a cake that was due tomorrow.

"Yeah. Erica and Julie wants to go there too. Just make a reservation for," I glance at my watch. "5pm."

As she makes the reservation on the phone, I glue the white and pink fondant petals on the 2 tier cake with edible glue. It was a cute and simple cake for a 1yr old. Turning the cake turntable, I admire my work before placing it in the fridge for pickup tomorrow. "Hey, so he uploaded a video again."

I haven't turned around so fast in my life. I quickly walk over to her as she hands me her phone. Excitedly, I press play on the tiktok page she had left me. Music comes on as a man in a white skin tight full sleeve top and baggy pants comes on. He dances, showing his dance skills. I had been following him ever since he had 2 videos on his page. Now he has millions followers and loads of comments under each video.

The only downside? He wears a helmet in each one so no one really knows who he is. He's usually seen roaming the city of Seoul or videos like the one I'm watching. "Good lord, woman. You're starstruck."

I give the phone back and clean up the kitchen quickly. Sound comes from her phone and I start singing along the song 'Star Lost.' It's a song I always listen to when I need some cheering up. It's from the kpop group Stray Kids, a very popular boy group all around the world. Luna and I had always wanted to go to one of their concerts but with owning a bakery and orders piling on, we never had the time. But we both followed them on their instagram and bubble. Although I only had one bubble, the leader, the one and only Bang Chan.

After dinner, the four of us went our separate ways as we lived in different areas in the city. But I decided to stop by Han river to take a night stroll. It was nice this time around as it was getting a bit warm. Smiling, I close my eyes to feel the warm breeze of summer approaching.

I resume walking, enjoying the sound of the waves. There weren't many people around as it was pretty later and I liked that, less people to worry about. My phone buzzes as I approach a corner.

L: are you home yet?

As I'm about to reply, I walk into something. Or someone. "Ah, I'm sorr-"

My words stop in my throat as I blink at the person in front of me.

Am I seeing things?

I rub my eyes. He's wearing biker gear this time. But no helmet? I blink a few times at the back of his head. What is he doing here? It's when he turns around is the biggest surprise of my life. The black curly hair, the sharp jaw and those lips. I definitely know those lips. When my land on his eyes, I let out the biggest gasp. "You're....you're....."

"Shhh!" He says, putting his finger to his lips as he glances around. "Shit, I didn't expect for my identity to go this way."

"Holy shit. You're Bang Chan AND the biker dude?!"

Sighing, he closes his eyes, nodding his head. "Yes."

"Okay. I need to sit down. Or pinch myself," I said, transfixed at the man in front of me. "This is a dream, right?"

He laughs softly, his dimples popping. Oh my god. His dimples. "You're definitely not dreaming." He reaches up and pinches my arm.

I flinch, hissing at the sharp pain. "Ow!" Okay. Definitely not dreaming. "But what are you doing here?"

"I was trying to find a spot to film a tiktok."

"Right."

I watch him fiddle with the zipper of his biker jacket. "May I?" I asked, stepping closer to him. Once he nods, I place my hands at the front of his jacket and.....holy fuck he smells so good. Mentally cursing at myself, I pull the zipper down and step back.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," I replied smiling.

His phone buzzes and he pulls it out of his biker pants, turning around to take the call. After a few seconds, I take it as a sign to leave. As I'm scrambling my brain whether to tell Luna about what just happened when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, it's him again.

"Damn, you walk fast," he pants, his helmet dangling around his hand.

"Uhm, did something happen?" I asked, concerned.

"No, but," he fishes out phone again. "I wanted to ask a question."

"Okay..."

"Would you want to come to our concert?"

I almost choked on my spit. "W-what?"

"Our concert? It's this weekend."

"No. I heard you. Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you want me to go to your concert?" He gives a shrug to my question. "Is it to bribe me so I don't tell everyone about you?"

He gives another shrug and I laugh. "Oh my god, it is!"

"Look," he begins. "I can't have this going out otherwise my company won't let me hear the end of it."

Which was true because his company was shit. "Okay."

We exchange phone numbers. I stare at my phone with his number. Holy cannolli. I have Bang Chan's number. "I'll text you the details for the concert. Make sure to come to the backstage, yeah?"

"Okay."

"Alright, well, see ya," he says with a wink before putting on his helmet and sprinting away.

A little later when I'm home getting ready for bed, my phone chimes. Thinking it's Luna, I pick it up but freeze when I see the name on the screen.

C: did you get home okay?

Y/N: yes, was just getting ready for bed

C: oh? It's only 11pm

I snort at his text.

Y/N: only you would think it's early but I have been up since 5am and would like a 10hr nap with no interruptions

As soon as I hit send, my phone rings loudly making me jump. "Jesus." But it's him calling. "Hello?"

"A 10 hour nap? That's not a nap."

"It is for me."

"You're one weird woman but I like you."

My heart skips a beat. "Sure. Everyone likes me. You'd like my cakes too."

"Cakes?" He asked.

Ah, right. "I own a bakery with my friend, Luna."

"Maybe I'll come by sometime to taste your cake."

"Wait," I blink at his words. "You want to come to my bakery?"

He chuckles, music to my ears. "Why is that so surprising?"

"I mean," I began. "It's not everyday I get to hear that THE Bang Chan would visit my bakery."

"Alright, well I'll let you go."

I dream about a biker thay night.

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The following night, he invites me for coffee. Then later we're back at Han River again, walking and talking. After a few minutes, we reach his bike and he grabs his helmet. Gosh. How is the little things he does I find very attractive?

The next few seconds go by fast, my brain not comprehending what happened. I feel something soft and wet on my right cheek, eyes widened as I reach to touch when he steps back. Did he just....

"Let me drop you home?"

I could only nod as I suddenly didn't have the ability to speak. And as I sit behind him on the bike, I was having trouble finding a spot to hold onto when he grabs my hand and puts them around his waist. "That's much better," he says starting the bike. And we were off.

By the time he reached my apartment complex, I'm still stuck on the kiss he gave me on the cheek. "Y/N?"

"Huh?" I snap my eyes at him as I see him with his hand out for me to climb off the bike. "Oh!"

"So, Y/N."

"Y-yes?"

"Will I see you again?"

Is he talking in a sense of a date? Wait, he's asking ME on a date???? "At the concert?"

"And after," he said.

"After?" I blink, my brain going in overdrive.

"Yeah, I wanna take you out," he replied.

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Yes," he chuckles.

"But we just met."

He takes a step closer and tucks my hair behind my ears. What is happening? "Yeah. It's not everyday everybody gets star struck."

Holy moly. His brown boba eyes are so pretty. I can check off many things on my bucket list with him being number 1. "But you're an idol. And I'm just a normal human who works in a bakery."

"So?"

"So, wouldn't it be weird for you to go out and be bombarded by paparazzi?"

"Good point," he nods. "But I have my ways, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. Bang Chan just called me a sweetheart. "Right. I forget you know almost everyone in the industry."

"It's a curse."

"What? Hello? It's not a curse. If I was like you, I wouldn't have trouble with social anxiety," I exclaimed. "I wouldn't give a fuck about anyone saying anything to me then."

He snorts, laughing. "You're so cute."

"Hey!"

"Sorry, sorry," he says. "But it's a fact that I do know everyone and everything."

"See? You get it. While my introverted mind can't even fathom being in crowds," I huff, crossing my arms. When my eyes meet his, he's staring at me with such fire in his eyes. I squirm on my spot. "What?"

"Nothing. Just wondering if I should come up and show you what an extrovert can do or just leave before I do something drastic."

I visbly gulp. Holy shit, Christopher. "Uhm."

But he just smiles at me and wears his helmet with the visor up. "I'll see you at the concert?"

"Yeah."

He gets on his bike, revvs it up a bit then he turns around and winking at me before driving away.

When I'm settled in bed, nice and cozy, my phone buzzes. "Luna if this is yo-" But my eyes widen at the name popping up.

C: sweet dreams, babygirl ;)

I cannot wait for the concert.